If I had to describe my ideal living space for myself, it would be a safe, warm, lovingly cluttered space. True hiraeth for me, honestly. Hiraeth is a Welsh omesickness for a place that doesn’t exist, or at least not yet.
A small but not really tiny space; with two bedrooms and maybe 1.5 or two bathrooms. With many books and adventure-found trinkets on the shelves, photos of chosen family on the walls, and the smell of freshly baked bread or cookies and a cup of hot tea drifting in the air. A corner fireplace on a stone surround crackling away to keep the chill of outside away. Wood or stone floors covered in rugs and a kitchen filled with laughter and a Dutch door almost always open in the summer time.
I truly want a small cottage, with space for my bedroom. And then a room for a guest or two that has a nice Murphy bed that allows the room to pull double-duty as a craft storage space.
There would probably be some cat hair hidden in the corners and behind or under a sofa that I missed while sweeping. A house spider lives in the visible rafters overhead.
Hiraeth, but only in the way that I haven’t been able to get there, yet.
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